| Lyrics: | Angels and sailors
rich girls
backyard fences
tents
Dreams watching each
other narrowly
soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages, stripped
out to get liquor and
clothes
half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
made to undress in the wilderness.
I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that
I've been.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a
bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely
Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death
games
Handsome lad, dead in a car
Confusion
No
connections
Come 'ere
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The
end
I'll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'm surprised you could get it
up
He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt
Haven't I been
through enough? she asks
Now dressed and leaving
The Spanish girl
begins to bleed
She says her period
It's Catholic h |
